Shadow Search by Don Pendleton

Author:Don Pendleton
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Worldwide Library
Published: 2013-09-02T04:00:00+00:00

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The Hummer was concealed some distance away. Mack Bolan lay prone in the dust, studying the small airstrip through the battered binoculars he had acquired. The landing strip itself was nothing more than a stretch of earth that had been cleared of vegetation and large stones, then leveled to a reasonably smooth surface. Some distance from the landing area were a couple of wooden huts. One had an open frontage, and from what Bolan could see, served as a service and spare-parts hangar. There were wooden crates and oil drums scattered around the frontage. The second hut was for the ground crew who serviced the strip. By its size it probably contained sleeping quarters and somewhere for the men on duty to relax. There was a slender radio mast supported by cables next to the hut. A wind sock fluttered lazily from the top of a wooden pole. Bolan could hear music coming through a speaker fixed to the outside of the main hut.

Bolan had spotted an ACMAT parked between the huts. There was also a small refueling vehicle, the squat tank mounted on the chassis of some unidentifiable truck.

The Tucano stood near the service hut. The canopy was open and a man in coveralls was busy working inside the cockpit. Two more mechanics had the engine cowling off and had their heads deep inside the engine compartment. Bolan spent a considerable time studying the layout and the number of personnel. He counted two more men. One kept himself slightly apart from the others. He wore flight coveralls and had an autopistol in a shoulder rig under his left shoulder. The other, in tan shirt and pants, had headphones slung around his neck, removing them each time he stepped outside the larger hut. He always stood with the pilot, the pair of them in hurried conversations. Once they completed their discussion the man wearing the headphones returned to the hut.

The pilot seemed on edge. He kept waving his arms at the mechanics, plainly urging them to complete their work on the plane. His outbursts had little effect on the crew. They simply raised their heads to stare at him before returning to their work with little visible urgency.

Bolan had the feeling the pilot wanted to be back in the air as soon as possible so he could either renew his search for the Executioner or look out for the slave traders and Karima’s children. Whichever it was, Bolan had no intention of letting the Tucano get off the ground again.

Pulling away from his observation point, Bolan worked his way back to the Hummer. He climbed in and stood behind the swivel-mounted 7.62 mm machine gun. He ran a swift weapons check, making sure the ammunition supply was plentiful. Back down behind the wheel he located the grenades he had acquired and made sure they were accessible. He started the engine and let it tick over while he took out the Desert Eagle and made sure it was ready for use. Slipping it back into its holster Bolan put the Hummer into gear and rolled.

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